"Does anyone recognize this girl," says the New Orleans senior loudly.

Bella shakes her head rather than crowd the audio environment. Whispers something in French to see if she can get a look at what the fuck.

The girl has...some kind of magic on her! It is deeply weird and not like anything Bella has ever seen before. 

She finally gets up, twisting to her feet with a fluidity that seems to startle even her. 

"Hello. I apologize for intruding," she says in a crisp RP accent.

"Don't recognize any of that but there's lots of it," Bella murmurs to Suze.

"Where are you from and how did you get in here?" asks Sean, since the only other Manchesters who are on hand at the moment are younger than him and it would be a dick move to make them do it.

"Lon...don...I found a deeply implausible book that offered to help me get away from the maniac who kidnapped me in order to get at my Dad, and I played along because I didn't have any better options, and then it turned out to be real!"

...Sean looks around to see if anyone from London recognizes her.

There are three London freshmen and two sophomores occupying London's corner at the moment. The sophomores are rising to their feet with the intent of tracking down some upperclassmen. None of them look less confused than anyone else. 

"Not London enclave?" he says dubiously.

"What is an enclave."

"Are you in fact a wizard at all - you're clearly magical but I didn't actually see mana on you per se."

"She's not even a wizard?"

"Well if she was inducted into the library ceiling she also wouldn't have any mana."

"The deeply implausible book said it would send me to a different universe with different magic."

"I allow that your magic looks credibly different."

"Your book fucked you over. There's noplace for you to sleep."

"...Can you perhaps elaborate on that?"

"Everyone here has an assigned room. Not being alone in your assigned room after curfew results in being eaten by monsters."

"...Okay, I'm going to have to spend all night killing monsters. I suppose I shall have to become nocturnal for the moment. Ah well."

"...you sound possibly underfazed by this."

"My impossible book also gave me impossible powers. Name a small object that would be handy to have?"

"...ballpoint pen."

"Bella!"

"I'll check it."

She ducks briefly out of sight behind a bookshelf, comes back with her leggings replaced by cargo pants, and pulls an extremely fancy ballpoint pen out of one of the pockets. She tosses it to Bella.